I’ve got a weakness for geeky guys – the quirky kind, occasionally with quiffs. Think Ozzie Zehner. Nerd’s too strong a word. I call them quinks – the quizzy ones into quarks and quantum tunneling that eat quinoa and quiche. So, over a quink (I kid you not) he tells me there’s a fundamental particle, albeit hypothetical, also called a quink. I melt. He tells me he dabbles (with Quink® and a quill, no less). I quiver inwardly, ask to see them (stay with me) and he shows me a quink, its elegant neck an inky pipe of black. I quip that quinks (being geese not ducks) don’t quack but honk or hink (dependent on their gender). He quips quickly back that ducks can either quack or quink...

quick thinking
I fall for his mind
every time

(Finalist, MacQueen’s Quinterly Quink Writing Challenge, issue 4, July 2020.)

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